You and me under the world tree

"huh huh huh huh."

Before Helmod finished speaking, Etzel suddenly laughed again.

He didn't laugh very loudly, but the string of tones was unpleasant.

Under the gaze of the envoy, Etzel just took another sip of milk wine.

"what……"

It seems that he is very satisfied with the goat's milk brewed in his kingdom.

But both the demeanor and the timing seemed too coincidental, and because of this so-called 'coincidence', Hermod once again felt humiliated.

Because he knew that this man didn't take what he said to heart at all.

Rather, the so-called God of Speed ​​is no different from other miscellaneous fish in his eyes.

After realizing this again, Hermod just lost his voice.

And his silence inevitably made Etzel raise his head.

Then he laughed.

"What's the matter? Keep talking." He said, "I'm waiting for your performance."

"You think it's a show?"

"Isn't it? To be honest, when I heard your words, I even started to sympathize with you, as if everything was Baldr's responsibility, making you an inhuman person."

Facing Hermod's gaze, Etzel said with a smile.

"Isn't that what you want to say?"

"..."

"However, what's interesting is that you didn't mention that a considerable part of the reason why the kidnapping plan was drawn up was to confuse the Netherlands and the northern peninsula and stain Siegfried's purely positive reputation. , and can even involve Iceland, which is not involved.”

Having said that, Etzel tapped his fingers on the table again.

He seemed very relaxed.

This was evident, for Etzel's rhythmic beating of the table formed a melodious melody, like the sound of war drums in the distance.

"These things were made clear from the beginning, why didn't you mention them?"

"That... that is."

"That's because you have double standards deep in your heart. If this thing succeeds, then you are the hero of the Protoss, but if it fails, you subconsciously want to push all these things on Baldr. Tsk Tsk tsk..."

Etzel's voice was extremely harsh in the ears of the envoy, but now he could only listen to it like this.

Because the king of Hunlan didn't give him any chance to refute at all.

"When you encounter failure, you habitually put aside your dignity and call yourself a brother and brother with Badr, but subconsciously you still think that you are inferior, but the ridiculous thing is that once others point out this point, you will be angry."

Finally, Etzel stopped tapping on the table.

At this moment, Hermod could clearly see that there was a mocking smile on his face.

The Great King of Hungary never concealed his emotional tendencies!

"At the beginning, I told you as early as in the Netherlands, don't make a big show, it's better to hide in the crowd, but how did you do it? You have to win the name of a warrior? You have to win in the tournament. First place?"

"..."

"As for why, I don't think I need to emphasize it again, because you pay too much attention to the status of this 'god' that you have acquired so hard."

The ease and contempt on his face made Hermod feel strongly insulted.

And, even without talking about looks, it was the same in terms of words.

Not only will he not give face to everything Helmode values.

On the contrary, he would tear them up completely and trample them underfoot.

"Stupid people maintain stupid pride, which eventually leads to stupid results. You don't allow yourself to lose to humans. You feel that losing to humans is a shame, and it ruins the overall strategy."

Having said that, Etzel reached out and knocked on the table again.

"So, errand runners can only be at this level after all. Standing high in front of mortals, bowing their knees in front of the gods, dogs live better than you."

"you!"

Before Hermod finished speaking, Etzel gently pinched the side of the table with his thumb and index finger, and then directly broke off the small corner.

Very crisp, without any excess.

And amidst the quarreling, Hermod quickly lost his voice.

Because the table was a whole piece of animal bone, the bone of a monster, but one side of this whole piece of bone was easily broken off by Etzel.

It wasn't a protruding corner, but a small, off-centre piece of the corner, just about the size of his finger.

"Self-esteem but low self-esteem, delusion to become a god, but deep down in my heart, I still can't get rid of human beings, just like a bastard."

"..."

"Identity and lineage, these are never determined by ridiculous self-esteem and superiority."

Then, he kneaded the leftovers in his hands, completely crushing the bone into dust.

"Finally, let me say it again, wash your ears and listen clearly: The reason why Hungary is not moving forward now is all on your shoulders. It is you who ruined Hungary's overall strategy, so don't boss me around in front of me, otherwise I will I don't mind sending you to see the bad old man directly."

In the end, Hermod saw only the cold eyes of the Hungarian King.

He lowered his head, then leaned back on his large seat covered with animal skins.

"Go away now, I don't want to see you either."

"Gu..."

"In addition, give me a word to help that bad old man. I did my best. After all, no matter what, I must be responsible for my kingdom... But with your small mind, there is a high probability that you will add fuel to me, right?"

Under Etzel's mockery, Hermod just blackened his face.

He did not continue to stay in the camp of Hunlan, but turned into a meteor and flew high into the sky.

"It's pretty fast, but it's a pity that it has nothing but speed."

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The second update_(:з」∠)_

That's all for today.

In addition, I want to describe two completely different attitudes.

Hermod has the status of divine power and god, but feels inferior because of his blood. Etzel stays in the mortal world and is the king of human beings, but he behaves in his own way.

Simply put, he doesn't care about the difference in status.

Well, that’s it _(:з」∠)_

good night everybody.

Chapter 49: People Who Can Be Taken

Location: Asgard

Although Etzel mocked Helmode on the surface, what he mocked was after all his disposition and thoughts.

Hermod's low self-esteem was due to his mortal origin, which made him naturally shorter in front of other gods.

At the same time, he is proud of his identity as a god, which makes him always have a strange paranoia when facing humans.

He does not allow himself to lose to humans, so he will lose his mind in the so-called tournament, and finally get the so-called No.1 and the title of warrior, and then the people in the Kingdom of the Netherlands will notice his abnormality.

It is this kind of disposition that makes Etzel look down on him, because he doesn't like this dog-like attitude.

Putting aside personal prejudices and thoughts, the so-called identity in his eyes has never been determined by this so-called paranoia and attitude.

His attitude towards his subordinates is very kind and tolerant, which cannot change his bloodline and achievements.

To put it bluntly, some things are determined by other achievements.

It doesn't matter if he sits on the side of the road herding sheep the next day, he doesn't care about other people's eyes.

To put it bluntly, some things are true, so why should you care?

The more he cared, the more it meant that Helmode felt inferior and ashamed deep in his heart.

Longing for the gods, eventually becoming a god, but humbled by his human origin.

And in order to erase his inferiority complex, he tried his best to trample on other human beings, without any sense of empathy or compatriot awareness.

Etzel felt that regardless of his own thoughts, he didn't look down on that bastard at all in terms of 'being a human'.

People are not people, gods are not gods.

But no matter how badly he scolded, the power Helmode possessed cannot be ignored.

Angel...

This is his ostensible duty, but in terms of divine power, he is the fastest god of speed in the Nine Realms.

Regardless of whether it can be fully controlled or whether the senses can keep up, if we only talk about the top speed, no one in the Nine Realms can surpass him.

Not even Odin's eight-legged steed, Sleipnir.

However, the so-called divine power is consumed after all.

Both physically and mentally.

Just like people always think of strenuous exercise to subside their inner irritability when their emotions fluctuate, the reason why Hermod left the Hungarian tent quickly was also because of the resentment in his heart.

Almost instantly, his meteor-like figure jumped over the Rainbow Bridge, the gateway to Asgard.

Although the high God's Domain is essentially extending in all directions.

Because this is a world standing on the peak of the Nine Realms and the treetops of the world.

But it is surrounded by the magic arranged by the gods. As for the protection, it is naturally quite good, and Hermod is not stupid enough to touch the eyebrows of others in this regard.

Under the watchful eyes of some gods with keen senses, Hermod made his way towards the Hall of Silver, and finally landed before the magnificent palace.

And at the moment he landed, he couldn't help but feel a lingering slight sense of fatigue.

It seems to be a little too hard...

But now he doesn't care about these anymore, he just sorted out his expression, suppressed the grievance in his heart, and then walked towards the interior of the Hall of Silver.

I don't know whether it is luck or misfortune, the great king of the gods is still sitting on the high throne.

As the king of the gods, Odin's usual whereabouts are actually quite psychedelic.

He would appear in the Hall of Silver or the Hall of Valor from time to time, and because Asgard's own system tended to be loose, no one would notice where the God King went alone.

But the funny thing is, it seems that when someone is looking for him, he appears where he should be.

And now that's it.

Helmode didn't even have time to think about other messy things. After seeing the God King leaning slowly on the armrest of the Supreme Throne, he immediately half-kneeled on the ground.

"came back?"

But before he could say hello, or even say any honorific title, the deep voice of the God King lingered in his ears.

This voice seemed to reveal infinite coercion.

"Yes." He said bravely, "I have already communicated with Etzel, and I have also conveyed your expectations and intentions."

"The results of it?"

Even though he was sitting on the supreme throne, Odin still asked questions.

And for a while, Hermod, who recalled it, couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

This chill seems to be an instinct, and even that kind of parent-child relationship can't make up for it.

It's all right, Hermod.